Butterfly of Creamy Jade (Yang Nan Arc)

Something Lang wrote during their awkward teenage phase. The prose isn't bad, but the plot is painfully adolescent. I spent a great deal of time on the original concept. It's a bit of a keepsake ╮(╯▽╰)╭ After much thought, I changed the genre to "danmei." It couldn't be helped: neither protagonist has a gender (Ke Zhi is a butterfly, with no gender; Lian is a flower, and is intersex). But there isn't actually a proper male-male couple in the story. There are quite a few female characters, though... Still, however you look at it, it's pretty suggestive = = Uh, never mind, don't worry about it. Romance isn't the focus here anyway. The focus is schemes and intrigue, schemes and intrigue =V= Blurb: Within the borders of the Yangnan Kingdom A young man in a black robe stood with his long, flowing hair hiding his face, leaving only a delicate profile to stir the heart. An old man's deep, solemn voice rang out. "Ke'er, how has your martial arts training been going lately?" Silence was the only thing brewing in the air. "Ke'er..." "Ke'er?" The old man reached out and shook the youth's slender body. The old man lowered his head, his hand clenched into a fist, his body trembling slightly. The disciples standing beside him all sighed: their master was getting old. "Qin Kezhi! Wake up!" The old man roared, startling flocks of birds from the woods. The youth rubbed his eyes. In a voice impossible to tell as male or female, still hoarse with sleep, he murmured, "Can we go now...? Oh, we're leaving..." Dragging his feet, he headed for his room, leaving a group of senior brothers and sisters trying to hold back their laughter, their faces flushed red... Their master was still going strong, though. What a booming voice... Meanwhile, halfway there, Qin Kezhi decided that the "journey" to his room was too long. Sleep overcame him, and he slumped over the stone table by the corridor and fell asleep once more... Blurb 2: The gods descend to the mortal world, and the great war in the heavens begins. How did this beautiful, melancholy love between a butterfly and a flower come to be branded demonic and unjustly cast into the cycle of reincarnation for ten thousand lifetimes... Thank you for your support. I warmly welcome both flowers and bricks. Thank you. Premise: